Strange stood still, allowing John to undo his chin strap. Strange then bent his head down, and slipped the helmet off. When the cool air rushed over Strange's damp hair, Strange smiled. He moved closer to Strange, kneading his moist scalp with his strong, thick fingers. Strange's smile faded, lips moving into an oval shape, when his fingers began to massage Strange's neck.
"You like that?" he whispered, making sure his warm breath tickled the inside of Strange's ear canal.
Strange nodded. "Fuck, yeah."
He held out his hand. "Come on let's get into the flat." Strange's fingers curled around his, and he grinned. Their footsteps made loud, clunking noises on the metal steps that led to the front door. God, this is fucking torture. I've got to get him into my bed now. I want to make this good for him. I must slow my heart rate. I don't want to fuck him hard and fast. I want to…to make it romantic. Fuck, I've turned into a big pussy, maybe he wants it hard and fast.
Strange gave him a shy glance, then began to stare at him, with that penetrating gaze of his. Like a goddamn vampire, waiting to suck me dry. He wanted to say something sexy, then he dropped his keys. "Shit."
Strange bent down picked them up, presenting them to him with the ring looped around his shaking index finger. He leaned forward to take them, then changed his mind, sticking Strange's finger in his mouth instead. Strange made a growling noise, then took control. He gasped, when Strange grabbed the back of his neck holding it steady, so that the key ring rested against his lips. When Strange moved his finger in and out and around his tongue, he gasped. Fuck, whose seducing who?
Strange flinched, when a tooth grazed his scarred finger.
"Shit, did I hurt you?"
Strange shook his head, continuing to stare at him, while he fumbled to open the door. He ushered Strange inside, then shut the door. Brownie came to meet them, wagging his tail. Strange bent down to pick him up, kissing the top of his head. "Good boy."
He watched them both and a lump rose in his throat. They're beautiful.
Strange laughed, attempting to avoid Brownie's attempts to kiss back.
"See? I'm not the only one who wants to stick his tongue in that lovely mouth of yours."
Strange dodged Brownie's pink tongue once more, then set him on the ground. He laughed at Strange, then called Brownie over, checked his food dish, and held out his hand. Strange melted into his embrace and he smiled in contentment when Strange's angular chin rested on the top of his head. Like we were meant to be—always and forever.
He heard a slight fluttering, then felt his body being squeezed into Strange's. "What the hell?"
Strange's nose pressed up against his own and when he spoke, his voice had a nasal whine. "It's the cape." The cape wrapped its folds around them, then flew into the bedroom, holding their bodies in a tight embrace. When it released them, Strange stumbled, falling against him. He smiled, then steadied him and began to remove his clothing. Strange trembled, but stood firm, while each garment fell from his body to the floor.
He led Strange to the bed. Strange looked up at him, then leaned back. He watched, while Strange jack knifed his legs, spread them wide, then put them together and back out again, settling on a modified lotus position.
"I'm not sure what to do." Strange mumbled.
He finished taking off his own clothes, then joined Strange on the bed, moving his legs to fit in between. Strange's body tensed.
"It's okay, Strange, relax, let me lead you."
He pushed Strange's legs apart, but not before he stroked each quivering muscle, naming them in his head. This is much better than the memory games I played in med school to memorize the muscular structure of the human thigh. Where were you then, Strange? Where were you?
Strange moaned beneath him, his body open and inviting. He took a deep breath, then paused. The welcome mat's open, what are you waiting for? Drill him, sink in. His breathing became labored and his hands shook when he reached for the lube. A fine sheen of sweat stood out on Strange's forehead. He moistened his fingers, then stopped. This had to be better—better than just a quick fuck. It had to perfect. John, focus, NOW. If you keep this up, you're going to underperform before you get a chance to overperform. Breathe.
He bent down, burying his face in Strange's neck, kissing, licking and nibbling the places Strange loved best. Strange wrapped an arm around his neck, bringing him closer. He paused, then took Strange's earlobe between his teeth, sucking on it in a gentle rhythm. Strange pulsed beneath him, until he inserted a lubed finger in. Strange tensed. He looked down at Strange's flushed face and rubbed their swollen cocks together.
"Oh fuck," Strange moaned, then began to bear down on his fingers. He allowed Strange to adjust to the different sensations, before he pulled them out. Strange looked back at him, his eyes glazed. Fuck he looks hot and stoned.
Strange bit his lower lip. "John, stop teasing. I want you in me now. I don't care how much it hurts."
Strange grabbed the lube and began slathering the object of his torment. He let Strange guide him in. What if I hurt him? My cock is fucking huge compared to his little hole. I've never cared about size before. What the hell's wrong with me? He fitted the end of his cock in, then all hell broke loose. His hands began to burn and he cried out in agony. "Strange, my protection mode is taking over. Its attacking me to keep you from feeling pain. I'm going to have to shield us, be ready to project out of your body." He raised his hands and an aqua colored pattern surrounded them. Then he felt Strange's thumbs on the center of his forehead, and they both floated out of their temporal bodies and into the astral plane.
A cooling sensation soothed his skin and Strange held him close. They floated in each other's arms, looking down at their flesh doppelgangers, their eyes closed, resting in each other's arms. He looked at Strange, easing one leg over his shoulder, then he pushed in. Though not as invasive as the temporal plane, he could still feel Strange's inside tightening around his cock. Down deep, that's how Strange will be mine, penetrating his body, his mind and his soul, merging together forever. He pumped his hips a few times, then whispered into Strange's ear. "I could stay this way forever, but my protection mode is under control thanks to you, so let me show you what making love on the temporal plane is like."
Strange looked up at him with tears in his eyes. "Teach me, how to love," he whispered.
He had no time to contemplate Strange's words after they slammed back into their temporal bodies, his cock buried balls deep in Strange's willing, tender spot. He pumped deeper, and deeper, while Strange swore in different vernaculars. Strange's eyes rolled upwards. He felt his pelvis tighten. A vein stood out on his forehead, then his body gave up the fight and released into Strange's.
